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By
Hazel Speed
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear! Imagine Jeremy Corbyn and his Labour front bench enjoying a working lunch together…
The door suddenly opens, Sir Keir Starmer stands up in horror and drops his sandwich, Emily Thornberry faints, Jeremy looks up to Heaven and says ‘why me God?’ The graph display reflecting the poll percentage leads in favour of Labour with regard to different seats throughout the UK, spookily drops by itself. Everyone in the room cries collectively.
Surely the visitor has got the wrong room. Instead, it turns out to be Labour’s long lost relative, nobody likes to talk about.
Yes, Tony’s officially back in town. Doing what? Such good news, however, for Mrs May, who is laughing uncontrollably. Nobody took up Mr Blair’s earlier offer to ‘muck in’ and help save the country from itself.
Some (especially those who remember how Mr Blair’s Government really messed up big time when he was Prime Minister regarding the Iraq War and those imaginary weapons of mass destruction), think he really has one sweet nerve, or at least be delusional to think he can just pull up a political chair, somewhere Centre Ground, whilst others think he may be trying to steal the hollow Labour Crown when Corbyn is passé.
Visually, unattached to any political Party within a campaign mode capacity, one wonders who will speak with him, consult with him, or be seen with him. Labour consider him to be the political ‘kiss of death’. It is amazing how we can still hear laughter coming from No 10.
Whilst Mr Blair has been earning serious money on the public speaking circuit, giving paid consultations worldwide since his days as Prime Minister, the UK has gone through some serious changes – austere changes, immigration problems, NHS cuts and most importantly the people of Britain voted to leave Europe, and many have to rely on ‘food’ banks.
Only the other day, my heart was moved to see a young teenage sales assistant at a local supermarket, reducing prices on bread at the end of the day whilst two or three women and children were waiting to see what this youngster was going to print out as a price tab to stick on sell-by dated bread. Degrading for them. The people were poor – something obvious by their clothing. They did have great dignity as they waited. So the situation was even more poignant though the attitude of the sales assistant was not very compassionate as she was so young herself she has yet to learn what it means to have their plight.
If it had not been the case my help would have embarrassed them, I would have liked to have given the families what money I could, but I did not know the wisest thing to do, as I was also aware the supermarket CCTV would record any intervention and may not appreciate it. Then what about the next day, and the day after that? I will keep my eye out and try and help them, however, now I have an idea as to where and when I may see these families again.
One person cannot help all who need to be shown compassion, but whilst Mr Blair was making more personal money, his human ‘centre ground’ people were going hungry, and the only banks they know about are food banks!
Where is your religion Mr Blair? Help our country feed its people by initiating a system to help those who do not have enough for a bank account, and who go to bed (if they have one), hungry, malnourished, worried and lonely,
No wonder the powers that be in Europe think the Brits haven’t a clue what they are doing. All that the UK needs now is for Mr Cameron to return. As the lottery TV ads say, ‘please do not let it be them.’
You cannot erase your history as Prime Minister Mr Blair, so please do not detract, or try to slight the chances of those who have earned their right to make their mark now, as Britain needs the right person who is destined to lead this Great Country out of Europe, and with no harm meant, it is not going to be you.
If you cannot help, then please do not hinder!
Hazel Speed
Photo (c) Hazel Speed – used by kind permision to Tuck Magazine
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